Conway Twitty

Play, guitar play
Take me back to yesterday
Let me see, cotton growing, in the fields
Let me hear, my momma calling
Look a-yonder ya'll who's coming
Down the road, he's a coming home
But they know I never will.
I left them living with that awful thing I done
I didn't tell them I just packed my clothes and run.
Play, guitar play
Help me through another day